[ Another elf to drink from. Ha. Sure, he can find another elf to drink from. What he can't find is another elf who loves him this much even though he shouldn't, or another elf this intolerably irritating yet perfectly endearing, or another elf who casually suggests incorporating cock rings into their intimacy without batting an eye. He can't find another Iorveth, and he's really quite attached to this one.
He finally stops pointing the sharp end of his dagger at the tiefling, dropping his hand to instead gesture widely. ]
Well, what's mine is his.
[ There's not a thing in this place that he wouldn't share with Iorveth, which is unusual for someone as possessive as him. (Well, maybe not his pin. That was a gift! It's his!)
A moment, and then he glances back at Iorveth, worrying his lip with a fang. ]
Can you walk, darling?
[ Not well, at any rate. The smart thing to do would be to leave him, get the antidote himself. The only issue is that he's not sure he'll be able to return from Alkam's lair, and then Iorveth will just lie here dying. A no-win scenario, but it's not like it's his first. ]
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He finally stops pointing the sharp end of his dagger at the tiefling, dropping his hand to instead gesture widely. ]
Well, what's mine is his.
[ There's not a thing in this place that he wouldn't share with Iorveth, which is unusual for someone as possessive as him. (Well, maybe not his pin. That was a gift! It's his!)
A moment, and then he glances back at Iorveth, worrying his lip with a fang. ]
Can you walk, darling?
[ Not well, at any rate. The smart thing to do would be to leave him, get the antidote himself. The only issue is that he's not sure he'll be able to return from Alkam's lair, and then Iorveth will just lie here dying. A no-win scenario, but it's not like it's his first. ]